It's got a good beat...
Today was a sad turning point. There are some points in your life when you just know that you have reached a different age bracket.
Regular readers of my blog will know of my desperate hose battle. Anyway, as I arrived home after a swim in Teddington Pool, it started to bucket down, for about half an hour. A really hard Summer shower. And what was my reaction? Not that it would spoil my hair, not that I couldn't lounge around in the garden this evening, not that we couldn't go to a pub garden and get rat-arsed. No. My immediate reaction was that it would be good for the garden. Good for the garden!!!
I'm turning into my Mum!!! Not that my Mum isn't a lovely person, but so is Peter Kaye; so is Bob Geldof; so is Jo Brand; so is Tony Benn. I would be pretty scared to think I was morphing into one of them, like Geoff Goldblum in The Fly.
What next? Maybe I will start buying Gardeners' World Magazine. Actually I used to work for it at one point and it was rather good. Perhaps I will start asking The Scotsman to wear yellow Pringle sweaters (thankfully, he would never comply), and we could start buying Celine Dion Records (or should I say LPs).
I should say as a matter of record that my mother has never recommended Pringle sweaters. But that's only because they haven't really penetrated Cornwall; if she saw one, she might think that Dad would look nice in one. She likes Gardeners' World Magazine. She doesn't have any Celine Dion records, I am glad to report, but she does own a Robson and Jerome album.
Anyway, the sun is now out, so I will try to forget this shameful episode.
Regular readers of my blog will know of my desperate hose battle. Anyway, as I arrived home after a swim in Teddington Pool, it started to bucket down, for about half an hour. A really hard Summer shower. And what was my reaction? Not that it would spoil my hair, not that I couldn't lounge around in the garden this evening, not that we couldn't go to a pub garden and get rat-arsed. No. My immediate reaction was that it would be good for the garden. Good for the garden!!!
I'm turning into my Mum!!! Not that my Mum isn't a lovely person, but so is Peter Kaye; so is Bob Geldof; so is Jo Brand; so is Tony Benn. I would be pretty scared to think I was morphing into one of them, like Geoff Goldblum in The Fly.
What next? Maybe I will start buying Gardeners' World Magazine. Actually I used to work for it at one point and it was rather good. Perhaps I will start asking The Scotsman to wear yellow Pringle sweaters (thankfully, he would never comply), and we could start buying Celine Dion Records (or should I say LPs).
I should say as a matter of record that my mother has never recommended Pringle sweaters. But that's only because they haven't really penetrated Cornwall; if she saw one, she might think that Dad would look nice in one. She likes Gardeners' World Magazine. She doesn't have any Celine Dion records, I am glad to report, but she does own a Robson and Jerome album.
Anyway, the sun is now out, so I will try to forget this shameful episode.
posted by Strangeblueghost at 8:27 pm
4 Comments:
It's when you get more excited about buying tupperware than lipstick that you really need to worry.
Oh don't worry. A friend missed my 30th party - he was 35 at the time. This party was on a saturday night. He lived just round the corner. His excuse "I was reading a gardening book..."
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